Текст и перевод песни Juan Rivera - Jefe del Batallon

Jefe del Batallon

Granadas a detonar madera de taliban un suidica entrenado,
Las bombas forman un cracker y la disciplina al mejor soldado,
Con charola del infierno astucia y talento pra la batalla,
Atravieza los retenes y desaparece esquivando las balas.

Recomendado por bravo camuflach vetiado porta aiia en la sierra,
Es su ambiente natural pereza vital se mueve con destreza,
Aparece derrepente y se desvanece cmo un espejismo,
Llega directo al atake y se akaba el parke juzgando a los vivos.

Con un dalton mi coveo todo en blanco y negro y mago diferencia,
Con la mirada en el cuerno al jefe defiendo de cualquier ofensa,
Me gusta andar en la sombra y el q se asoma le peleo con todo,
Vengo de tierra caliente y ando con jente que se pesa en oro.

Es a prueba de traidores tecnica y maestria pa cazar la liebre,
Teniente de los mejores la causa es su vida y por ella se muere,
Campamento en la montaña aditivos y armas buenas municiones,
Forjado entre la batalla corsario cn garra nomas digan donde.

Respeto a mi superior codigo de honor que aprendi en servicio,
No soy ningun desertor tengo conbincion pero el mismo himno,
Con duro entrenamiento alisto regimientos para el batallon,
Pro tambien le entro al fuego y me acelero al detonar la gloo.

Por ahi dicen que aparese y protege al jefe un valiente de cuna,
Derrite cualquier blindaje el es cuesiparte y de eso no ahi duda,
Sangre por sangre es la regla me buscan me encuentran detras dl humo,
No provoquen a mi raza porque si lo encuentran los tumban uno x uno.

Leader of the Battalion

Grenades detonate, Taliban's wood, a suicide bomber trained,
Bombs form a cracker, and discipline the best soldier,
With a tray from Hell, cunning and talent for battle,
Goes through the checkpoints and disappears, dodging bullets.

Recommended by brave, striped camouflage, carries an AK in the mountains,
It's his natural environment, vital laziness, he moves with skill,
Appears suddenly and vanishes like a mirage,
Arrives directly to the attack and ends the party, judging the living.

With a colorblindness, I see everything in black and white, and the magician differentiates,
Staring at the horn, I defend the boss from any offense,
I like to walk in the shadows, and anyone who shows up, I'll fight with everything I have,
I come from hot lands and I hang out with people who are worth their weight in gold.

He's a traitor-proof, technique and skill to hunt the hare,
Lieutenant of the best, the cause is his life and he dies for it,
Camp in the mountains, additives and good weapons, ammunition,
Forged in battle, a corsair with guts, just tell me where.

Respect to my superior, code of honor that I learned in service,
I'm not a deserter, I have conviction but the same anthem,
With hard training, I prepare regiments for the battalion,
I also go into the fire and I accelerate when detonating the grenade.

Out there they say he appears and protects the boss, a brave man from the cradle,
Melts any armor, he is a counterpart and there is no doubt about that,
Blood for blood is the rule, they look for me, they find me behind the smoke,
Don't provoke my race, because if you find them, they'll knock you down one by one.